Quickly you forget, Everything that was done, The times I jump in the front of the gun, As it was spraying bullets, At you, And when I fell, Gone is where you went, Lost and broken, I dug out of the mud, Life throws lemons my way, In the way of gun, spraying bullets at you, In which were meant to hit, For you seem to have forgotten, My sacrifices for your survival, As you are in denial, Drowning, But not in thoughts, No memory, Steadily, Building up the energy, To put my life on the line, One more time, But for you, I don’t see, I think I am coming down with, A serious case Of Amnesia, You have been erased.
It’s been 20 days since my last confession, I have the impression, That I suck, Or I am just going through stuff, Let’s buff this out, Let’s change things around, No more ghost, I hope, Nope, It’s a go, No foe, But one’s self, Being locked away too many times, I am my own jail, So I am breaking free, Letting it be, I am going to do me, Before I scream.
Once I step foot here, I made the earth shake,
Once I open my mouth to speak, all ears anxiously listened,
As I made my first motion with my hand, the world nervously watched,
Then I did something outrageous and opened a CAN OF WHOOP ASS.
Through the aisles, Down the block, Hours going in, Must punch the clock, I flock to where the crowds are, But all I hear is just noise, To the other side, I am trying to go, I am trying to go to all the toys, I want to play, For I worked hard already, I am just passing through, Don’t mind me or what I am saying…
This is little, poem/prose to remind myself and others to just pass through the noise and get to where you need to get. The world is going to keep putting distractions, commercials, people, obstacles, and a bunch of garbage in your way and begging, and dying for your attention. But it’s when you close your eyes or even with it open, just cross the path without being caught in the mix. #BirdBox 🙂 lol ha ha